This is a snowbunny's confession:
I have no qualms about sharing my black boyfriend with any of my friends who want to have sex with him. Most of my friends have been intrigued about our relationship from the start. I remember how awed they looked when I first introduced him to them. They know I have never dated a black man before, and they were stunned to see me locked in arms with my new man.
My name is Lillian, and I grew up in a religious home in a small town in the mid-west. The town folk were pretty backward and rustic in their outlook; I couldn’t wait to become an adult and leave for greener pastures.
I attended a prestigious college in New York, where I became my own woman. I encountered all sorts of men, made good friends, and lived an envious lifestyle my parents could never imagine. I’ve enjoyed a robust sex life with men and women equally, but my life was never the same after I met my black boyfriend, Max.
Max loves to fuck; he lives to fuck, and has the stamina to satisfy my cravings in and out of the bedroom. I’m surprised he’s never thought of becoming a male porn star—he would score high screwing any horny snowbunny that crosses his path.
I have a high sex drive, and it was exhausting to find a man who could match my sexual urges. I’ve had a lengthy run of boyfriends, but Max is the only one who could keep up and surpass my desires. That he is black is a bonus to my self-esteem.
What would you do if your boyfriend leaves you for your best friend? Isn't that going to get you upset?
Max is attractive, and his slim, athletic figure is eye-watering. I wasn’t surprised by how my friends loved badgering me with questions whenever I was alone with them; it felt like they expected to see Max hovering by wherever I went, or vice versa. I could tell they wanted to know how eager of a man he was in bed. Then I cut to the chase with one of my blonde girlfriends who was secretly keen on my boyfriend.
“Would you love to fuck him, Jessy?” I bluntly asked. “You only need to say the word, and I’ll set you up with him.”
Jessy leaned back, and her cheeks glowed fiery red. “Are you serious, Sarah? I mean . . . wouldn’t you . . . won’t that get you upset?”
I shook my head. “Sharing is caring, Jessy. What better way to share than this? Just say the word, and I’ll make it happen for you.”
Jessy didn’t say anything but nodded her head, indicating she was interested. Words didn’t matter.
Someone might assume I am clueless regarding the openness of sharing my boyfriend. They would think I'm incomprehensibly naïve to enable such:
What would you do if your boyfriend leaves you for your best friend? Isn't that going to get you upset?
Sure, it would upset me, but that attests to how much faith I have in my boyfriend, knowing he's content with me not attempting to police him all to myself. There is nothing stopping Max from having any woman he wants, and I know there are plenty of bitches eager to have him in their bed. We aren't married, so it wouldn't make sense to act envious whenever I see him chatting with another female. This way, I get to show him how much I adore him but allow him to be the dominant man that he is. And offering him my friends feels better than letting him screw some tramp I know nothing about.
True, but that doesn't mean he cannot still fuck some other tramp besides your friend(s).
That is correct, but I don’t care about what I don’t know or whatever happens with Max when I’m not with him. As long as I’m with him, my duty is to commit to satisfying his needs sexually with whatever means I can utilise.
One terrific aspect of sharing is that it's enabled me to become more in tune with my sexual desires, including those of my friends. I’ve gotten to know my best friends way better than before. The intimacy we share when it comes time to have sex with Max is one I never previously anticipated, and I’m glad we do now.
Max loves the attention me and my girlfriend shower him whenever we get into bed. His cock stays hard while we take turns sucking and playing with it. I sometimes get to suck his balls and allow Jessy, or any of my other friends, to enjoy his cock. I even allow my friends to ride his cock first, let them get off on the exercise while I take over later. Max always makes sure to have ample ammunition for me. The best fun is watching the look of lust highlight my friends’ faces once they feel the girth of his dick stretching their cunt, making them squirt badly. I like to think that he’s resizing their cunt so that their boyfriends cannot follow.
Black cock sharing is caring!
The truth is that sharing my lover’s cock has equally improved my best friends’ sex life. Jessy often complained to me that her boyfriend, Eric, cums too quickly whenever they have sex. That hasn’t been the case since she began fucking Max. Max can go for hours without deciding to call it quits. Except for when we need to take breaks to have a drink of water or I have to prepare a quick meal for him, Max can fuck the entire day.
Yes, I harbour fears that someday he’s likely to get persuaded by some jealous bitch who’d compel him to ditch me and stick with her instead. That hasn’t happened yet, but I worry about the day it might occur. I know there is nothing I can do to prevent that occurrence, but for now, I cannot desist from sharing him with other bitches.
Another thing to worry about is what might happen if he gets any of my friends pregnant; what if he knocks them up before he does it to me? How upset would I be about that? What would our relationship become if my friends’ boyfriends figure out what’s been going on? I have no answers to these questions, and I figure it’s best not to weigh too heavily on them.
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